January Photo-prompt Round-up

D. Wallace Peach has created a monthly writing challenge that is tons of fun. If you’re looking for something to read, this is the place to come! ❤

Myths of the Mirror

Stefan Keller

Thank you to everyone who participated! I felt warm all over reading your responses despite the image’s wintry chill. Below is the round-up of all the January poems, flashes, short stories, and some artwork too! If I missed yours for some reason, please add a link in the comments and I’ll happily reblog. I invite everyone to enjoy some unique stories and meet some wonderful writers. I’ll post February’s prompt tomorrow!

 January Round-Up

Jerry Packard – Ice Dragon

Dawn – Frozen Giant

Balroop Singh – A Craving

Jomz Odeja – The Sacrifice  

Teagan Geneviene – Ice Dragon

Sue Vincent – Even Mountains Mourn

Geoff Le Pard – Little Helpers

Pensivity – Untitled

Dorinda Duclos – Frozen in Time

Carol Forrester – This Terrible Thing Called Hope

Fandango – The End of the Gods

Robbie Cheadle – Glass Mountain

Trent McDonald – Cold War

Anita Dawes – Ancient Evil

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Conversations With Colleen: Meet Author, D. Avery

Hello everyone! This week I’m thrilled to bring you an author I met through my participation in the flash fiction challenges at the Carrot Ranch Literary Community (carrotranch.com). Her name is D. Avery, and I just call her D. because I think it suits her. 

When I asked D. to pick three or four questions from my huge list HERE she was ready to jump into the world of becoming a published author, once again. We all aspire to be successful authors and the best way to learn some of the tricks of the trade is to ask questions. I knew D. would share her experiences.

First, please meet my guest, D. Avery. 

D. Avery (196?-20??) has long been a compulsive poet. Despite a very important day job educating public school children, she is often distracted by this compulsion, as well as by life’s great questions, such as “Kayak, or bike?” Though she has come to realize that nothing difficult is ever easy, she believes that it’s all good.

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Hi, Colleen. Thanks so much for this interview. I’m really looking forward to our chat.

Hi, D. I’m excited that you’re here! I love your flash fiction at Carrot Ranch. Do you project your own habits onto your characters?

I would never do that! But I have noticed that beer and bars show up in a few of my short stories and even in some of the ChickenShift” poems. Bars are more than a place to indulge a habit; there is usually a cast of characters there and some good storytelling going on.

If anything, I need to be careful that my characters don’t project onto me. Marge and Ernest are not based on anyone in particular but they, like me, enjoy beer, though we do not enjoy the same kinds of beer. However, I have found myself lately having a beer with my husband, us sitting in camp chairs in the garage as those two are often found doing. Hmm…

Your humor always shows through your writing. So, what, according to you, is the hardest thing about writing?

The hardest thing about writing is publishing, and yet, I always do so too impulsively. Formatting was a nightmare; I am not good with computers anyway so there was a lot of frustration and time-sucking mistakes and inefficiencies.

And, I learned a lot. I probably should have paid an expert but then I wouldn’t have learned anything. I did pay for the cover and I love it. 

The other great difficulty with publishing, besides formatting the book, is putting myself out there. I want people to read my work and hope they appreciate it, even as I desire privacy and quiet. I have yet to come up with a decent explanation for going through with actually publishing. I am pretty sure it’s not for the money.

I get that. I’m more introverted than extroverted and putting yourself out there is hard. But, you’re here! Tell me, have you ever left any of your books stew for months on end or even a year?

I should probably let everything stew longer, but-squirrel! (Or was it a dust bunny, forgotten and neglected?)

Squirrel! Pixabay.com

I have only three books, two books of poetry and now a collection of flash and short fiction. After Ever” is largely comprised of fairly recent flash fiction pieces, but there are some other short stories in it that began years and years ago.

Writing flash fiction helped me build skills for revising those older, longer pieces. I am learning that what I might think of as finished and pretty good really isn’t.

When writing for a prompt just having come up with an idea and making a deadline is sometimes so satisfying that it blinds me to the fact that it was rushed and is still a raw and flawed piece.

I’m slowly learning that maybe all of my writing needs to have some time out before I have the right eyes for it. If I ever stop chasing squirrels I might have a better routine for writing and revising and considering the difference between a product and a process.

Thanks for stopping by D. I can’t wait to read your newest book. ❤

Thanks, Colleen. I had a great time. 

How to contact Author, D. Avery

Blog: https://shiftnshake.wordpress.com/my-books/

Twitter: ShiftnShake @daveryshiftn

k luv u bye

 Thanks for stopping by to meet D. Avery. ❤

Colleen’s 2019 #Book #Reviews – “Secret Lady,” (Ladies in Time 3 Book Series)” by Author, @BethTrissel

IN THE AUTHOR’S WORDS:

At Lavender House, Evie McIntyre is haunted by the whispers from her bedroom closet. Before she can make sense of their murmurs, the house “warbles” between times and transports her to the Civil War. Past and present have blended, and Evie wishes she’d paid more attention to history. Especially since former Confederate officer, Jack Ramsey, could use a heads up.

Torn between opposing forces, Jack struggles to defend the valley and people he loves. Meeting Evie turns his already tumultuous world upside down. Will solving the mystery of the whispers return her home, and will the handsome scout be by her side? 

Against the background of Sheridan’s Burning of the Shenandoah Valley, Jack and Evie fight to save their friends and themselves – or is history carved in stone?

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Title: Secret Lady (Ladies in Time, Three Book Series)

Amazon Author Page: Beth Trissel

Publication Date: January 9, 2019

Formats: Paperback & Kindle

Genres: Romance, Time Travel, New Adult & College, Historical Romance

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MY RECOMMENDATION:

The last book in the “Ladies in Time” Series ends this trio on a high note. Author, Beth Trissel has created another paranormal romance unlike any other I’ve read. This book is based on the historical data native to her beloved Shenandoah Valley in Virginia where she resides.

The book opens in present-day Virginia, where Evie McIntyre lives with her grandmother in what is known as Lavender House. This house holds the distinction of being one of the only dwellings that survived the burnings by Sheridan’s troops during the Civil War.

Evie works for her Gran as a tour guide at Lavender House, usually garbed in the clothes of the Civil War era. When she begins hearing strange whispers coming from the closet in her room, she realizes the house is more unusual than she could have ever guessed.

One night, Evie falls asleep in the lounge downstairs. She awakens to find herself in a different time and place. Thank goodness for Jack Ramsey, a former Confederate officer. He finds her in the nick of time. Jack is a guide for the Unionist Underground Railroad still grappling with the effects and the brutality of the war.

Evie and Jack form an immediate connection, not realizing how deeply this union will prove to be for them. Jack is stunned to find that Evie is from the future. To protect her, he takes her to a nearby homestead which is owned by a Mennonite couple which ironically, is owned by her grandmother in the future.

This Mennonite family is like a foster family to Jack. He realizes that reputations he must preserve reputations, so he explains to his friends that Evie is his wife. The story progresses to the fateful burning of the Shenandoah Valley which is described in poignant detail. Wait until you reach the end of the book!

The house is the catalyst in this story, bringing Jack and Evie together as if to set right the wrongs of the past. The paranormal elements are delicious and will keep you on the edge of your seat.

I’ve enjoyed every book in this series. HERE is my review of Book One, “Somewhere My Lady.” The second book is called, “The White Lady,” and you can find my review HERE.

Author, Beth Trissel is a master storyteller. If you love romance, history, and the right amount of paranormal suspense and magic, this is the series for you!

The author gifted me with a pre-publication copy of this book without obligation. This review contains my personal opinion after choosing to read the story.

MY RATING:

Character Believability: 5
Flow and Pace: 
5
Reader Engagement: 
5
Reader Enrichment: 
5
Reader Enjoyment: 
5
Overall Rate: 
5 out of 5 Fairies

5 fairies

*I follow the Amazon Rating System*

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Author, Beth Trissel and the Ladies in Time (Three Book Series)

About the Author:

Married to my high school sweetheart, I live on a farm in the Shenandoah Valley of Virginia with my people and furbabies.

An avid gardener, I grow herbs and heirloom flowers and use them in my stories. The rich history of Virginia, the Native Americans, and the Scots-Irish are at the heart of my inspiration.

My English/Scots-Irish ancestors were among the earliest settlers in America and the valley. I write historical romance set in the colonial frontier (The Native American Warrior Series), and the American Revolution (The Traitor’s Legacy Series).

Some of my historicals include ghosts and other paranormal elements. I also write Young Adult shapeshifter/ fantasy romance (The Secret Warrior Series), and New Adult time travel/time slip romance, Somewhere in Time, and my latest ongoing series, Ladies in Time. I also write single titles and nonfiction.

AUTHOR AWARDS:
2008 Golden Heart® Finalist
2008 Winner Preditor’s & Editor’s Readers Poll
Publisher’s Weekly BHB Reader’s Choice Best Books of 2009 
2012 Double Epic Award Finalist 
2013 Book of the Month at Long and Short
2016 Winner April Creme de la Cover 
2016 Winner Book of the Month at Long and Short YA

How to Connect with the Author:

You can find Beth on her blog a thttps://bethtrissel.wordpress.com and on her author website at BethTrissel.com.

Twitter: @BethTrissel

Facebook:  Author Beth Trissel. I met Beth on Facebook. She shares the most breathtaking photos of her gardens and the fantastic Shenandoah Valley where she makes her home. If you really want to know an author, look at the images they share. ❤

What will Beth Trissel write next?
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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 121, “Slow & Work,” #SynonymsOnly

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Hi! I’m glad to see you here. Are you ready to write some syllabic poetry?

Here’s your two words for this week: SLOW & WORK

HERE’S THE CATCH: You can’t use the prompt words! SYNONYMS ONLY! Except for the first challenge of the month ~ then, the poets get to choose their own words. ❤

PLEASE support the other poets by visiting their blogs and leaving comments. Sharing each other’s work on social media is always nice too.

This challenge is for Tanka, Haiku, Senryu, Haibun, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, and Cinquain poetry forms. Freestyle rhyming poetry is not part of this challenge. Thank you. ❤

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Please note: We are all students of poetry. I have given you the instructions on how to write the different forms. Try your best to be as exact as you can. There are no tests, and I don’t grade your work. LOL!

I sponsor this challenge to help poets learn how to write various forms of syllabic poetry. Remember, if you are sending your poetry for publication to literary journals, contests, or self-publishing, you should know the correct forms and use them.

~Colleen~

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, you can write your poem in one of the forms defined below. Click on the links to learn about each form:

HAIKU IN ENGLISH 

TANKA IN ENGLISH 

HAIBUN IN ENGLISH 

CINQUAIN & the variations on Cinquain-Wikipedia 

SENRYU IN ENGLISH

ETHEREE

NONET

SHADORMA

Here are some great sites that will help you write your poetry and count syllables

synonyms.com 

This site even has a link so you install the extension on Google Chrome.

thesaurus.com

For Synonyms and Antonyms. When your word has too many syllables, find one that works.

howmanysyllables.com

Find out how many syllables each word has. I use this site for all my Haiku and Tanka poems. Click on the “Workshop” tab to create your Haiku or Tanka.

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THE RULES

I will publish the Tuesday prompt post at 12: 03 A.M. Mountain Standard Time (Denver Time).  That should give everyone time to see the prompt from around the world. The RECAP is published on Monday and will contain the challenge participant’s poems.

You have one week to complete the Challenge with a deadline of Sunday, at 12:00 P.M. (Noon) Denver time, U. S. A.

This will give me a chance to add the poems from the submission forms to the Recap I publish on Monday. I urge everyone to visit the blogs and comment on everyone’s poem.

The rules are simple

If it’s the first poetry challenge of the month, poets choose their own words. (Synonyms are not necessary). Otherwise, for the rest of the month, I will give you two words. Choose synonyms from those words for your poetry. You, the poet, now have more control over the direction of your writing. Follow the rules carefully. Don’t use the prompt words.

After you’ve published your poem on your own blog, copy and paste your poem into the form below. Then, click the SUBMIT button. (WordPress limits on the titles, so use the key below to know what to fill in the blanks). This form generates an email to me.

By participating in this challenge, you agree to allow me to publish your poem in a 2019 PDF collection of poetry if you are selected as the Poet of the Week. This collection will be available in January 2020 as a free download from my site.

Don't forget

As time allows, I will visit your blog, comment, and TWEET your POETRY.

If you add these hashtags to your post TITLE on your blog (depending on which poetry form you use) your poetry may be viewed more often:

#Haiku, #Tanka, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose #Senryu, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma

Visit Robbie Cheadle’s POETRY SHARING GROUP on Facebook JOIN TODAY!

Robbie Cheadle has set up a public group on Facebook called: “Poetry Sharing Group.”  Please share each other’s poems to this group. I think this is a great way to share our work with other poets. Mind your manners. For every share, you must comment on another post in the group. Please click the link above to join this group. Remember, sharing is caring! Thank you. ❤

You may copy the badge I have created to go with the Weekly Poetry Challenge Post and place it in your post. It’s not mandatory:

Here are your two prompt words for this week: “SLOW & WORK”

Have fun and write some poetry!


Colleen’s 2019 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 120, “Storm & Cold,” #SynonymsOnly

Welcome to the Tanka Tuesday Poetry Recap featuring the work of poets from around the globe. If you would like to participate in this challenge, you can learn the rules in the menu item called Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Guidelines.

PLEASE NOTE: Don’t forget to count your syllables. Use this site: howmanysyllables.com. Click on the workshop tab. Then, copy and paste your poem into the box, and click “count syllables” at the bottom.

Each week, I like to highlight a poet who I call the Poet of the Week, who has shared an exceptional message, or shown impassioned creativity through words or form. Poetry is all about perception, so don’t be shocked if you don’t feel the same way about a poem that I do.

The Poet of the Week will be published in the 2019 Poet of the Week Anthology, which everyone will be able to grab as a PDF in January 2020.

This week, I’ve chosen Frank Tassone as the Poet of the Week, and his Haibun entitled “A Lycanthrope’s Confession.” This is a fabulous example of assuming a persona to write your poetry from a different perspective. (I’ll be doing a separate post about poetic personas later).

What makes Frank’s poem so powerful is how he tapped into the voice of a lycanthrope. His prose explains how difficult this person’s life is as a werewolf. I’m sure the Full Blood Wolf Moon inspired Frank to write this piece. Totally brilliant!

Just as you will find deep POV in fiction writing, you can also use the same literary device in your poetry. Assuming a persona gives you the opportunity to stretch your wings and express new feelings seen through the eyes of someone else.

Brush up on writing a Haibun HERE. It’s always written in the first person which gives an intimate feel to your writing as if you were sharing secrets. The more intimate your prose, the more compelling your message.

A Lycanthrope's Confession:  #TankaProse
 
Ask your question. Go on.

Ask how I could do it. How I could shed my own skin, forsake 
my species and run with the wolves. Ask how I could rage under 
a blood moon, an animal’s growl erupting from me like a 
long-restrained geyser.

Are you certain you want the answer?

Perhaps you can bear the utter indifference, as though a frigidity 
of the heart were no more than a winter’s turn of weather. 
Perhaps you can endure the cyclone of desolation such apathy 
brings. I cannot. I’ve shattered my heart too often against these 
endless droughts of compassion, including those for which I was 
culpable. I’ve turned such a polite, blind eye to the suffering in 
my midst. No more.

You can go on pretending. I shed my skin and embrace the wild. 
It’s the last compassion left untainted by hypocrisy.

There, you have your answer. Now, leave me to my hunt. I hear 
the howl of my brothers. The moon shines bright along the snowy 
trail. I go and join the hunt. Go and join your own.

blood moon
and the panicked eyes
of hunted deer
the desperate cry
of an untended child

Frank J. Tassone
Poet of the Week: Frank Tassone: Jan 22 – 27, 2019

HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR OUR 120th POETRY CHALLENGE USING SYNONYMS FOR

"Winter" #Tanka
Frigid winter day
A blizzard freezes my soul
Distant stares are harsh
An icy word from your mouth
Causes the tempest to rage

Trent P. McDonald
Table Scraps, Triple #Shadorma
Artic blue
Tempestuous moods
Kiss the moon
Bite the cat
Unbridled squalls of passion
Preclude all romance

Flesh’s slaves
Masticating sex
Subsist on
Table scraps
Luxuria unsated
E’er tightens grasp

Undaunted
By obsession strapped
Moon wrought tool
Feline snatch
Allow just enough drag- to
Remain drugged, along.

Violet Lentz
"Undaunted" #Cinquain

Frozen
these bleak meadows
tempest-beaten and cowed
songbirds by the house still chirrup
gaily.

Jane Doughtery
"Yesterday's Catch" #Tanka
Where I am concerned,
‘A whirlwind of apathy’
best describes your heart.
And you? A limp, oily carp,
yesterday’s catch thrown back. 

The Abject Muse
"A Winter Storm" #Haiku

a winter tempest
snow cascades in whisps of white
brings low temperatures

abbiejohnsontaylor
"Stygian White" #Etheree

Thatched
Old roof
Bathed in pools
Of cloud’s sad gift
Vexing sullen shack
Who trembles holding back
To spite the stygian white
Marred branches of uneven size
Four frail panes worrying one weak latch
Windows of danger close nigh the rain’s pass

Ethan Dale Eagar
"Meal Deal" #Etheree

The
Neighbors
Locked their doors
They could feel the
Disturbance growing
Children everywhere froze
Staring at their plates blankly
It was a fate far worse than death
Strapped in high chairs, there was no escape
Mothers made them eat their vegetables

©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben 
A Lycanthrope's Confession:  #TankaProse 
Ask your question. Go on.

Ask how I could do it. How I could shed my own skin, forsake
my species and run with the wolves. Ask how I could rage under
a blood moon, an animal’s growl erupting from me like a
long-restrained geyser.

Are you certain you want the answer?

Perhaps you can bear the utter indifference, as though a frigidity
of the heart were no more than a winter’s turn of weather.
Perhaps you can endure the cyclone of desolation such apathy
brings. I cannot. I’ve shattered my heart too often against these
endless droughts of compassion, including those for which I was
culpable. I’ve turned such a polite, blind eye to the suffering in
my midst. No more.

You can go on pretending. I shed my skin and embrace the wild.
It’s the last compassion left untainted by hypocrisy.

There, you have your answer. Now, leave me to my hunt. I hear
the howl of my brothers. The moon shines bright along the snowy
trail. I go and join the hunt. Go and join your own.

blood moon
and the panicked eyes
of hunted deer
the desperate cry
of an untended child

Frank J. Tassone
"Freezing and Tempest" #Butterfly #Cinquain
Freezing
the wind strips bare
branches of stubborn leaves
and now naked trees stand forlorn
waiting
for magical buds to appear
when the tempest has passed
and sun returns
to warm

©sally cronin 2019
"Deluge" #Tanka
Frigid shivers soothe
The one who only knows heat
Bring torrents of rain,
screams the parched earth. In pain,
we find solace in downpours

minitroubadoura
"Frozen" #Etheree
I
Hear sound
Sharp cutting
Rampaging
My fear lay frozen
I could not speak nor move
A cold hand held my soul still
I rage, I fuel my anger
How did I fall into this dark trap?
Inside I smoulder, waiting to cut free...

Anita Dawes
"No warmth in this sun" # Nonet
There is no warmth in this winter sun
covered in a blanket of grey
as pale as melted butter
bleak as unmelted ice.
Yet the birds still fly
across their sky;
tempest-tossed
they sing
spring.

Jane Doughtery
"Without Maelstrom Within," #CrownCinquain
Contempt
With wintertime
And glaciated nature
Foments frustration, misery,
Anguish.

Snowfall:
Quiet prison.
Electric lighting dies.
Crackling fireplace thwarts darkness’s
Power.

Burning
Logs disappear.
Crescive inner maelstrom
Assembles monsters in shadows.
Scared.

Escape
Winter’s fury!
Frostbitten fingers, toes.
Neighbor’s candlelight so cruelly…
Distant.

Contempt
Quiet prison
Crescive inner maelstrom
Only forgiveness comforts the
Distant.

H.R.R. Gorman
"Mountain pass," #Tanka
Over silent hills
once green, now crystal shrouded
spires, stand silently,
through these frozen pyramids
a playful tempest shrieking

Bobby Fairfield
"Trapped," #Haiku
Frosty Blizzard Blows,
Traps Twelve Travelers In Inn.
Get Killed One By One…

The Dark Netizen
"Raw," #Nonet
Such disturbance, I have never felt
Penetrating, my inner thoughts
Festering, this wound, bleeding
Revealing, my self-doubt
Seizing, the moment
Until at last
Defeated
I am
Raw

Dorinda Duclos
Cold & Storm #Etheree
Snow
Silent
Covering
All in silence
The tempest arrives
Freezing, chilling the ground
Squalls whipping up banks of
white
Blizzards persists temperatures
Dropping fast like falling mercury
Noses grow red tingling fingers and toes.

Willow Dot21
Cold & Storm #Shadorma
I’m grateful
on these two-dog nights
for a bed
and two dogs
who warm me while the tempest
rages on

Kat Myrman
Frigid & Blizzard - #Tanka
A frigid north wind 
My breath fogs the frosted glass
When will he return?
He promised he'd be home soon
Love ending - the blizzard wins

Jan Sikes
Bare, #Butterfly #CinquainPoetry
Waning
cold blood wolf moon
frozen in pewter sky
blast of frosty air whistles through
bare trees
shedding last withered crackling leaves
churning above dirt path
swirling umber
cyclone

Linda Lee Lyberg
Life's noose - #Tanka
Dispassionate eyes
Watching as life's noose tightens
Around my frail neck
Raging against the system
Only causes further pain

Robbie Cheadle
Heavy Snow, #Tanka
 Dark clouds loom above
Arctic gusts sting the landscape
Heavy snow descends
The sky’s weight an enclosure
Burying like mounting sand

Jason A. Muckley
 “stran. ded.” #Senryu
should have. cut. the tags.

off. the new. coat. in closet.

freezing. blizzard. now.


Holly Fister
"Mountains of Snow" #Cinquain
blizzard
severe, glacial
swirling, blowing, piercing
mountains of snow chills to the bone
tempest

Hélène - Willow Poetry
Storm & Cold, #Butterfly #CinquainPoetry
Bitter
Eastern winds blow
My breath is frozen fast
Sharp thoughts flare, calling from my past
Answer
I recall her face on dark glass
A love from many lifetimes
She stands waiting
Time lost

Anita Dawes
Storm & Cold, #Senryu
Sharp frosted feelings
Burn, smoulder, with rage, life cold
Cutting through my heart…

Anita Dawes
"Raw" #Nonet
Such disturbance, I have never felt
Penetrating, my inner thoughts
Festering, this wound, bleeding
Revealing, my self-doubt
Seizing, the moment
Until at last
Defeated
I am
Raw

Dorinda Duclos
Intact, #Cinquain
Silent
Frigid embers
Shattered by wild tempest
Preserved stories of yesteryear
Intact

Ponnz ~ The Swan Song
He Said, She Said, #Tanka
One Mistaken word
One unfortunate email,
A tempest of tears. 
A chill divides and conquers,
Until tenderness visits.

Reflections by Gwen M. Plano
amidst a fierce and wandering tempest, #haiku
ancient roots murmur
beneath frosted clouds of trees--
wind bursts into song

Kerfe Roig
Season of Love, #Tanka
A chilly simper
A kiss that tastes like snake oil
A lovers' quarrel
A wintry tempest threatens
Stop––it's warmer together 

Vashti Quiroz Vega
Lone Star, #Etheree
Seer
Lone star
Stargazer
Eyes of insight
Ether opens veil
Channeling images
Civilization forewarned
Whispers of upheaval written
Crisp clarity of events shifting
Hidden in dark patterns of history

Olga
My sun,  #Haiku
Barren trees freezing
Good words from one who matter;
One sun to warm all

Pratibha
Reign of Pride, #Haibun #Nonet
Thundershowers

The raindrops flow in rivers down the window pane, and I imagine
them intersecting with the memories from another day. Looking
through the glass, the outside world is distorted through the long
water phalanges like streams...distorted like the conversation. 
My thoughts hijacked by the perceived slight.  The harsh, uncaring
attitude. 

I watch the treetops swaying in the front moving through;
 cooler air today, and I imagine my emotions in the same frosty
dance.  Where are the birds this winter morning? Hunkered down
like my soul. Withdrawn and sullen...waiting for the thundershower
to pass. 

Watching the rain fall, I feel a similar soaking... a reign of
pride descend over me. Pouring into my mind in a fury of demand
and obstinance.  What will I do?  Will this twister of self-righteousness
consume me or will I forgive? The cost of holding on is high.  The
demands of love greater.

Be steadfast in your daily actions
Beware the reign of pridefulness
Blustery ego demands
Pouring into my thoughts
Destructive actions
Humility
forgotten
Rapport
lost

Donna Matthews
Shadow Man, #Nonet
Glacial,
He stands clutching lies,
A tempest,
Shadow man,
My power inflames brightly,
Longing to soar free.

Marje @ Kyrosmagica
Frozen #Tanka
frozen encounter
blizzard of words creates drifts
emotions retreat
my thoughts sculptured icicles
defrost with global warming

Carole

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HUNGRY HILL WRITING Poets Meet Politics 2019 
International Open Poetry Competition

Dear Poets, 

Hungry Hill Writing is delighted to announce our new Poets Meet Politics International Open Poetry Competition 2019 and that Christy Ducker has agreed to judge for us this year.

We will be awarding a first prize of €500, second of €250, and third of
€100.

hungryhillwriting.com/competitions 

We invite entries for poems on any theme related to politics. 

For more details on the prizes, our judge, entry requirements, and
other competition details, please click the above link.

The closing date for entries is April 22nd, 2019.

Please feel free to forward this to anyone who you think may be
interested in entering, and we look forward to seeing your work. 

Best Wishes,
Jennifer Russell | John Baylis Post

See you tomorrow for the new challenge! ❤

Conversations With Colleen: Meet Author, Jaye Marie

Hello everyone! This week I’m thrilled to bring you author, Jaye Marie, of the famous blogging duo of Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie. I asked Jaye to pick three or four questions from my huge list HERE. We all aspire to be successful authors and the best way to learn some of the tricks of the trade is to ask questions.

First, please meet my guest, Jaye Marie.

My name is Jaye Marie, and for a long time now I have been half of a writing partnership with my sister-in-law Anita Dawes, who has published several books.

In the past, I have written short stories and poetry, but reading has always been my favourite pastime. The thought of writing my own book always appealed to me, I just never seemed to get around to it. Life has a habit of getting in the way, doesn’t it?

Then, last summer, I was suddenly plagued by these characters. First one, then another and as they talked to me (and each other) I became fascinated and involved all at the same time.

When I decided to write some of it down, these characters went into overdrive. What I thought they should be doing was blatantly ignored, to be replaced with their own agenda. In the end, it was as if they were writing the story and not I.

The ending was a bit tricky, as they wouldn’t let on what was going to happen, and I worried constantly that it would all go pear shaped.
But of course it didn’t, and the rest, as they say, will be history.

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Hi, Colleen. Thanks so much for this interview. I’m really looking forward to our chat.

Hi Jaye. Glad to have you visit. I know you and Anita have a joint blog but have you considered co-authoring books?

When I saw this question I had to smile, for this is exactly what Anita and I were trying to do at the moment. We had often wondered if we could write a book together and what would happen if we did.

We finally gave it a go after seeing Nikki French and her husband on TV talking about how well it worked for them. We began the next day, or rather, Anita did. We decided that we would write one A4 sized sheet of paper each, keeping the story going and we were not allowed to alter anything that the other had written either.

Now, we are used to brainstorming each other’s books, and it usually gets a bit stormy sometimes. The discussions rows we had on this joint project were spectacular and threatened to derail everything!

In theory, I think this idea could work, but maybe later on when we are both free of other commitments… (or grown a thicker skin!)

If anyone can write a joint book, I know you two ladies can. Jaye, which of your novels best describes you as a person?

I could be wrong, but I think many writers put a lot of themselves into at least one of the characters in their books. In my first book, Nine Lives, my character, Kate Devereau is a hybrid of the person I am and the person I would like to be.

Not sure if it is considered wrong or lazy to do this, but they say you must write what you know, and that starts with ourselves, doesn’t it?

We hold a veritable wealth of information about how to behave in certain circumstances, and even, I have to say it, how we should have behaved?

That’s true. Now you’ve got me thinking? Have you ever written a character with an actor in mind?

When we create a character, I think we always have someone in mind. A friend or neighbour, someone whose personality we love (or hate.)

When I began to put flesh on my detective in “Out of Time,” and “CrossFire,” I found myself thinking of Jesse Stone, a detective played by Tom Selleck in a series of films based in a small Massachusetts town called Paradise. Jesse Stone is seriously flawed with a broken marriage and a drinking problem, but such an enigmatic character. Watching how he coped, helped me to create my own DI Snow, aka the Snowman, for my books.

DI DAVID SNOW HAS ANOTHER KILLER TO CATCH, a killer a mysterious as the crimes he commits.
Betrayal and lies come to the surface as Snow struggles to find the truth, but is he looking in all the wrong places?
Can Snow outwit the killer, or will the truth cost him his life?

I love British crime dramas. This book looks like a great read. Thanks for stopping by, Jaye Marie.

Thanks, Colleen. It was a pleasure to visit.

How to contact Author, Jaye Marie

Jaye’s email          jayemarie01@btinternet.com

Website/blog         https://jenanita01.com

Facebook               https://anita.dawes.37

Twitter                   https://twitter.com/jaydawes2

Goodreads  https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8638857.Jaye_Marie

Author Page   https://www.amazon.co.uk/Jaye-Marie/e/B00O2ZUFOK/

Pinterest         https://www.pinterest.com/anitajaydawes

Bloglovin       https://www.bloglovin.com/v2/own_profile

k luv u bye

 Thanks for stopping by to meet Jaye Marie. ❤

Colleen’s 2019 #Book #Reviews – “Son of the Serpent (Fantasy Angels Series Book 2)” by Author, @VashtiQV

IN THE AUTHOR’S WORDS:

In Son of the Serpent, award-winning author Vashti Quiroz-Vega crafts another fascinating glimpse into the dark, compelling world of fallen angels and demons, revealing more about their untold stories.

The war in heaven might be over, but the ambitions of the fallen angel Lilith reach far across the roots of history. Will there be a being powerful enough to stop her evil influence before the destruction of mankind?

Dracúl knows he is the son of Satan, but the rest of his memory has been taken from him. Alone and frightened, he awakens in a forest, beginning a quest to piece together who he is. The world he encounters is cruel, but he yearns to belong and find companionship. With each step he takes, another missing piece of his memory falls into place, revealing a truth that is ever more troubling . . .

A truth that will turn his quest for meaning into one fueled by the hot-blooded thirst for revenge. A truth that leads him to Lilith, the most wicked and ruthless of fallen angels and one he soon will have every reason to hate. His quest will consume him, perhaps ruin his life, but somehow Dracúl is determined to find both belonging and vengeance—to be good, in spite of his evil nature and the dark secrets that haunt him every step of the way.

Amazon.com

Title:  Son of the Serpent (Fantasy Angels Series Book 2)

Amazon Author Page: Vashti Quiroz-Vega

Publication Date: November 9, 2018

Formats: Paperback & Kindle

Genres: Literature & Fiction, Dark Fantasy, Occult

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MY RECOMMENDATION:

The second book in the Fantasy Angel Series, “Son of the Serpent” begins where the first book left off. The abandoned son of Lilith and Satan, Dracul, awakens in a forest, not far from the cave where he was left to die.

Dracul’s name gives the reader a hint as to how he must survive – by draining the blood of animals for sustenance. Being all alone, the young man craves love and attention. He sets off in search of his mother, trying to understand how she could abandon her child.

This novel is written in the first-person, the chapters fluctuating between Dracul’s viewpoint and that of his mother, Lilith. At first, I thought this perspective was limited, but on further reflection, I realized the author’s motivation.

Most Bible tales are not told in the first person. Instead, they are retellings of past events, written by someone who was not present when the incidents occurred. However, this author chose to tell her story from the perspective of Dracul and his mother. In this way, the reader has the opportunity to understand the (perceived) character’s feelings and motivations, as if they were walking alongside them. I found this attitude to be refreshing.

The reader also takes a deep dive into the psyche of a creature conceived by two demon parents. Initially, Dracul is drawn toward the light instead of the dark, setting up great tension in his quest for justice. His pain accelerates and eventually, the man becomes obsessed with vengeance.

However, don’t be fooled into thinking that this tale is all love and light. The story is dark as pitch even as it skillfully weaves in characters and events from the Bible. I thought the ending was spectacular!

Some of the characters from the first book appear in the second book, tying the storyline together. My advice: read book one first. In fact, you can check out my review of “The Fall of Lilith,” HERE. I highly recommend both books!

MY RATING:

Character Believability: 5
Flow and Pace: 
5
Reader Engagement: 
5
Reader Enrichment: 
5
Reader Enjoyment: 
5
Overall Rate: 
5 out of 5 Fairies

5 fairies

*I follow the Amazon Rating System*

Colleen's Book ReviewsRating System
Author, Vashti Quiroz-Vega

About the Author:

Vashti Quiroz-Vega is a writer of Fantasy, Horror, and Thriller. Since she was a kid she’s always had a passion for writing and telling stories. It has always been easier for her to express her thoughts on paper.

She enjoys reading almost as much as she loves to write. Some of her favorite authors are Stephen King, Michael Crichton, Anne Rice, J.R.R. Tolkien, J.K. Rowling and George R. R. Martin.

She enjoys making people feel an array of emotions with her writing. She likes her audience to laugh one moment, cry the next and clench their jaws after that.

When she isn’t building extraordinary worlds and fleshing out fascinating characters, she enjoys spending time with her husband JC and her Pomeranian Scribbles who is also her writing buddy.

How to Connect with the Author:

BLOGThe Writer Next Door

TWITTERhttp://twitter.com/VashtiQV

FACEBOOK AUTHOR PAGEhttp://on.fb.me/1g0da7d

GOOGLE+https://plus.google.com/+VashtiQVega

PINTEREST: https://www.pinterest.com/vashtiq/

This was a Bloody GOOD read!
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Colleen’s 2019 Weekly #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge No. 120, “Cold & Storm,” #SynonymsOnly

WELCOME TO TANKA TUESDAY!

Hi! I’m glad to see you here. Are you ready to write some syllabic poetry?

Here are your two words for this week: COLD & STORM

HERE’S THE CATCH: You can’t use the prompt words! SYNONYMS ONLY! Except for the first challenge of the month ~ then, the poets get to choose their own words. ❤

PLEASE support the other poets by visiting their blogs and leaving comments. Sharing each other’s work on social media is always nice too.

This challenge is for Tanka, Haiku, Senryu, Haibun, Etheree, Nonet, Shadorma, and Cinquain poetry forms. Please write your poetry in one of the above forms. Thank you.

Noted

Please note: We are all students of poetry. I have given you the instructions on how to write the different forms. Try your best to be as exact as you can. There are no tests, and I don’t grade your work. LOL!

I sponsor this challenge to help poets learn how to write various forms of syllabic poetry. Remember, if you are sending your poetry for publication to literary journals, contests, or self-publishing, you should know the correct forms and use them.

If you don’t know how to create a specific form, click the links below to learn how.

~Colleen~

For Colleen’s Weekly Poetry Challenge, you can write your poem in one of the forms defined below. Click on the links to learn about each form:

HAIKU IN ENGLISH 

TANKA IN ENGLISH 

HAIBUN IN ENGLISH 

CINQUAIN & the variations on Cinquain-Wikipedia 

SENRYU IN ENGLISH

ETHEREE

NONET

SHADORMA

Here are some great sites that will help you write your poetry and count syllables

synonyms.com 

This site even has a link so you install the extension on Google Chrome.

thesaurus.com

For Synonyms and Antonyms. When your word has too many syllables, find one that works.

howmanysyllables.com

Find out how many syllables each word has. I use this site for all my Haiku and Tanka poems. Click on the “Workshop” tab to create your Haiku or Tanka.

I don't get it

THE RULES

I will publish the Tuesday prompt post at 12: 03 A.M. Mountain Standard Time (Denver Time).  That should give everyone time to see the prompt from around the world. The RECAP is published on Monday and will contain the challenge participant’s poems.

You have one week to complete the Challenge with a deadline of Sunday, at 12:00 P.M. (Noon) Denver time, U. S. A.

This will give me a chance to add the poems from the submission forms to the Recap I publish on Monday. I urge everyone to visit the blogs and comment on everyone’s poem.

The rules are simple

If it’s the first poetry challenge of the month, poets choose their own words. (Synonyms are not necessary). Otherwise, for the rest of the month, I will give you two words. Choose synonyms from those words for your poetry. You, the poet, now have more control over the direction of your writing. Follow the rules carefully. Don’t use the prompt words.

After you’ve published your poem on your own blog, copy and paste your poem into the form below. Then, click the SUBMIT button. (WordPress limits on the titles, so use the key below to know what to fill in the blanks). This form generates an email to me. Thanks to Charli Mills. We figured out the form! WOO HOO!

By participating in this challenge, you agree to allow me to publish your poem in a 2019 PDF collection of poetry if you are selected as the Poet of the Week. This collection will be available in January 2020 as a free download from my site.

Don't forget

As time allows, I will visit your blog, comment, and TWEET your POETRY.

If you add these hashtags to your post TITLE on your blog (depending on which poetry form you use) your poetry may be viewed more often:

#Haiku, #Tanka, #micropoetry, #poetry, #5lines, #Haibun, #Prose #Senryu, #CinquainPoetry, #Etheree, #Nonet, #Shadorma

Visit Robbie Cheadle’s POETRY SHARING GROUP on Facebook JOIN TODAY!

Robbie Cheadle has set up a public group on Facebook called: “Poetry Sharing Group.”  Please share each other’s poems to this group. I think this is a great way to share our work with other poets. Mind your manners. For every share, you must comment on another post in the group. Please click the link above to join this group. Remember, sharing is caring! Thank you. ❤

You may copy the badge I have created to go with the Weekly Poetry Challenge Post and place it in your post. It’s not mandatory:

Here are your two words for this week: “COLD & STORM”

Have fun and write some poetry!


“It’s All in the Cards,” #FlashFiction

The Carrot Ranch Literary Community Flash Fiction Challenge for January 17, 2019, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes colonnades. It can be natural, architectural, or a metaphor. Take a stroll and go where the prompt leads. Respond by January 22, 2019.

Tara laid the faery tarot cards carefully on the table. From between the colonnades of the Major and Minor Arcana, the universe cradled her in a divine hug. From the Major Arcana she drew the six – The Lovers, the five – Unity, and from the Minor Arcana, the Six of Summer.

Past, present, and future. Her past spoke of true love, while the present, reminded her to remain true to her principles. Yet, the future hinted at her becoming fast friends.

The cards spoke the truth. What did she have to lose? She tore up the divorce papers and smiled.

© 2019 Colleen M. Chesebro

Colleen’s 2019 #Tanka Tuesday #Poetry Challenge Recap No. 119, “Mystery & Attract” #SynonymsOnly

Welcome to the Tanka Tuesday Poetry Recap featuring the work of poets from around the globe. If you would like to participate in this challenge, you can learn the rules in the menu item called Colleen’s Weekly Tanka Tuesday Guidelines.

PLEASE NOTE: Don’t forget to count your syllables. Use this site: howmanysyllables.com. Click on the workshop tab. Then, copy and paste your poem into the box, and click “count syllables” at the bottom.

The best news I have to share is that the submission form titles are now changed! Below you will find the new titles in future challenges: (Many thanks to Charli Mills of Carrot Ranch.com for her help! ❤ )

However, I’ve heard from some of you saying that you can’t submit to the form on the challenge post. Please let me know if you have issues so that I can get WordPress to look at the issue. I am using the new editor and will use Google Chrome as my browser from now on. I’ve used Safari in the past as I am on a MAC. That might be the problem. I also changed my theme to a newer theme. I’ve noticed that some of the Premium themes (which I pay for) seem to have problems. Fingers crossed. Anyway, check out the new form below! 😀 (Please don’t submit anything to this form).

Each week, I like to highlight a poet who I call the Poet of the Week, who has shared an exceptional message, or shown an impassioned creativity through words or form. Poetry is all about perception, so don’t be shocked if you don’t feel the same way about a poem that I do.

The Poet of the Week will be published in the 2019 Poet of the Week Anthology, which everyone will be able to grab as a PDF in January 2020.


My dear poetic friends. You’re really making it so hard to choose a single poem to spotlight. All your hard work is paying off. The quality of your poetry is a thrill to showcase.

This week, I’ve chosen Olga Daciuk, and her Butterfly Cinquain, called, “Interior Reflections.”

The Butterfly Cinquain is one of my favorite syllabic forms. The Butterfly Cinquain is a nine-line syllabic form with the pattern two, four, six, eight, two, eight, six, four, two. Olga’s words roll right off your tongue.

I especially like the poem centered, as it resembles the wings of a butterfly. You must visit her blog, because Olga has shared the perfect photo to accompany her words. ❤

"Interior Reflections"

Frozen
Melting magic
Captive of nature’s chill
Illuminates dark surroundings 
Light flows
Transforming once mundane patterns
Into new perspective
Circling in time
Pausing

©2019 Olga Daciuk
Poet of the Week: Olga Daciuk: Jan 15-20, 2019

HERE’S WHO JOINED US LAST WEEK FOR OUR 119th POETRY CHALLENGE USING SYNONYMS FOR “Mystery & Attract”

Cold spring songs: #cinquain
Cold mist 
rises, dawn-grey; 
the unknown draws me through 
dripping, red-hawed hedges full of 
birdsong.

Jane Doughtery
Mystery & Attract, #Etheree
The
Darkness
Held a charm
Untold secrets
To tempt you inside
The house waiting, silent
Read the writing on the wall
Money buried beneath the ground
Not for you to find, others will come
Touch not that which does not belong to you...

Anita Dawes
Magnetism - #Haibun
An old woman eats her grapefruit and toast quietly while her
husband reads the newspaper. The man barely skims the
words, but his actions are habit now. They know each other,
all the good and bad, and their lives conform to
bring the other happiness, ease. To shape each other, both
poles of their sexuality and senses and skill, they’d aligned
their wills long ago.

When dipoles align
Electrons court protons
No longer stranger.

The old man smiles over his newspaper, and the woman
raises the corners of her lips to match.

H.R.R. Gorman
Femme Fatal #Tanka
Alone in her room
she dons mascara and rouge
hoping to allure.
What secrets may be hidden
underneath the painted smile.

Bobby Fairfield
"Lead Us" - #Double Etheree
When
You were
A small child
What were your dreams
Were you encouraged
To seek them at all costs
To believe in their power
And to rejoice in the magic
Of possibilities tremendous
And so you opened your heart to receive
Good for you and good for the world at large
For it is your example that proves
We can have our heart’s desires
By nurturing tiny seeds
Placing our faith in love
All because of you
Who had some dreams
When you were
A small
Child
©2019 Annette Rochelle Aben
Between Tides And Hurricanes, #Etheree
Caught
I clung
inside you.
Pendent between
each aching inhale.
Cautious you might breath out
and send me spinning upwards.
A helicopter seed whirling
away as if I'd never been there,
the hollow I'd leave unnoticed by you. 
These were never wing, they were always sails.
Filled up with questions I asked myself,
to keep my feet from touching down
on lands unfamiliar,
filled with strangers like me
always pulling at
something unseen,
pretending
they knew
love. 

Carol J Forrester
Woman on a Bench #Etheree
lone
woman
on a bench
her back to me
holds hidden secret;
energy pulls at me
toward alive familiar;
spellbound, my awareness arise
sitting alongside, I glance her way
there looking back is my intimate self

©Hélène Vaillant
"Joke," #Etheree
this
uncouth
joke’s on you
at the expense
of me, laughably
simple, yet blind to see
tears hot and riddled by truth
crashing through this spiteful lampoon
inner voice rails with the unanswered
stricken to rise from your luring banter

Ethan Dale Eagar
"Future’s Bounty," #Shadorma
new moon
another season
the prelude
to unseen
minutes; enticing to dream
of future’s bounty

 Donna Matthews
"Grandmother," # Shadorma
The old one
Dressed in crispest beige
She Whispers
Strange, cozy
Tales of my childhood home
Living in that joy

ladynimue
"Mystery & Attract" #Etheree
Jet
Black cat
Witches close
Familiar
Always gathers up
The unknown, the hidden
With an air enigma
They entice, allure and beguile
They are a conundrum a puzzle
Bewitching all who look into their eyes.

WillowDot 21
"You," #Tanka
So captivating
Beguiled by your enigma
A thrilling secret
Life is made so much better
By your magical allure

Trent McDonald
"Naked" #Habiun #Haiku
Nature’s enchantment
Perpetual enigma
Echoing our own

Kites hunt overhead. Iron clouds race over distant hills… a
heavy, roiling mass shrouds the dawn. The merest hint of
brightness signals the rising of the sunand wind tortured
branches writhe black against the gloom. We drive on, away
from our vantage point high above the vale, down to where
the world wakes to the half-light of a winter morning.

Snowdrops bloom on village greens, daphne and viburnum
blush, pink as our absent dawn, in the shelter of thatched
cottages. Churchyards wear drifts of snowdrops and shadowy
copses are carpeted with stars. The windflower blooms,
heralding spring before the first snow of winter.

I wonder at the contrast between the stark heights and the
cosy valley. Have we really tamed Nature and kept winter
at bay with our walls and warmth? Or is it just an illusion to
comfort hibernating minds…

Enticed by secrets
Beyond the threshold of truth
Dreamers walk naked

Sue Vincent
The Polar Shift #Nonet

The
sea god
Poseidon—
secretitve
and the most beguiling
deity found on earth,
rose from the bright turquoise seas
unaware that climate change had
laid waste the balmy shores he adored
as frigid gales transformed him into stone.

Colleen M. Chesebro
"Illustive loyalty"  #Tanka 
Earning loyalty
Involves years of building trust
Not money’s false lure
It is one of life’s riddles
That devotion can’t be bought

Robbie Cheadle
 'Rejuvenation' #Haibun

I have discovered the secret to eternal youth. I stand before
the mirror. With eyes almost closed the image blurs. Wrinkles
disappear. Hair regains its colour. The extra pounds fall away.
I am tall and strong. A reflection of how I used to be. I draw
the image towards me absorbing its essence.

Do not be deceived
Challenge the silver backed mirror
Remain young at heart.

Sally Cronin
untitled, #Tanka
weave into my dreams
watery visions of pearls
even as I drown
let me drift with the fishes
charmed by your silvery tail

D. Wallace Peach
 "Frozen" #Haibun
Harsh winds of winter-
Her precious vitality
hangs on by a thread

Her vibrant red hues once captivated onlookers but now, she
fades into lighter shades of coral as melancholy overwhelms
her. She mourns the loss of her friends who grew up with her
in the fields. Her tears turn to ice. She is frozen in the moment.
Her spirit resigns as the frost takes over her her petals. Her
head droops as she falls into a deep slumber. The ground
attempts to nourish her during this time. 

The sun wonders what it would take to solve this conundrum.
The sun tries to cheer her up. The sun's rays tickled the
flower. The hairs on her head and stem raise only slightly.
Darn, a futile attempt! Onerous though the flower's life may
be, spring is around the corner. Soon, she will see her perennial
friends again!

Rejuvenation
takes delicate loving care-
A new dawn awaits

theresaly520
Interior Reflections #Butterfly #Cinquain
Frozen
Melting magic
Captive of nature’s chill
Illuminates dark surroundings 
Light flows
Transforming once mundane patterns
Into new perspective
Circling in time
Pausing

Olga Daciuk
Trapped #Senryu
The Great Enigma
That She Is, Lures Me In,
Traps Me In Her Web…

the dark netizen
Alluring #Cinquain
The look
Is alluring
While catching you off guard
Tis the confidence he exudes
That chills

Dorinda Duclos
Sport  #Haiku
Nose drawn to the ground
Curious scent, nesting birds
Game, but not for long

Ben, Munro buddy and budding dog-poet
Chasing Butterflies, #Etheree
A
child looks
at life with 
blushed innocence
fresh as a fuzzed peach
captivated by wondrous
secrets and simple pleasures
chasing butterflies in their dreams
crooning to the bright glittering stars
lulled to sleep in the arms of the pale moon

Linda Lee Lyberg- Charmed Chaos
"Flame" #Haiku
Intrigue in your eyes
I'm drawn like a moth to flame
I must touch the fire

Jan Sikes
#Haiku
Russet enigma
frozen winds whisper secrets
swallows bring new hope

Carole (Piglet in Portugal)
There's Something Wrong with Emma #Sonnet
I can't compare you to another girl.
You are an enigma that frightens me.
In your eyes I see rough winds whirl,
yet your smile makes me wonder what you see.

In life alluring souls are born to shine,
and everyone dances in their sunlight.
Except you, because you plan her decline.
Perhaps she's not what she seems in your sight?

You see things in ways that others cannot.
Crazy thoughts in your head are real to you,
but in the "real" world would be a long shot.
Your madness is a thing to look into.

So long as you can breathe, and crazy spurs,
you'll sing a deadly song of gray to her.

Vashti Quiroz-Vega
"The Embrace," #Haibun
I’m afraid to disrupt the sacred theater unfolding around me,
but the spongy moss underfoot propels me forward. The bay
of water peeking through a wall of giant fir trees beckons. The
stillness throbs, and my heart races, here at the edge.

the humming portal
awaits
a voyager

I pause at the top of the stairs, hand on peeling rail. Cool air
surrounds my skin, and I hover in the moment with it. Pale orange,
pink, and blue gently mingle in the sky and again on the water,
a painting that deserves to be shown off twice. Slowly, a sleek body
glides across the surface, an enigma.

whispers
suggest
communion

A bald eagle screeches, and its mate echoes the call across the bay.
With that invitation I eagerly make my way down to the beach.
The remnants of our fire from the night before tickle my nose,
smoky and rich despite its human origin, or can I even claim that?
The elusive swimmer, a harbor seal, keeps me in its sight.

dark eyes
reflect my own
full of questions

Three boats sleep in the water while my mind awakes to
possibility, to pulsing life, and to my presence woven into this
colorful tapestry. All preconceived notions of who I was slide
off my shoulders onto the crushed clam shells and rocks below.
A clam defiantly spouts a stream of water across the beach,
making me smile. Yes, I am ready to embrace life again.

colors burst
before my eyes
then soak into my skin
heart outstretched
it ushers in
truth
no longer hidden

Holly Fister
"Halfwit Addict," #Senryu
Coffee scents lure me
to an empty pot, puzzled.
Crap - the well is dry.

Holly Fister
Mystery & Attract #Senryu
bewitched by candlelight
flickering in the darkness
peace bellowing

Kat Myrman
Too Tasty To Ignore! #Tanka
A pleasing parcel,
Wrapped in black jeans, tight tee-shirt,
Enigma to solve,
Beguiling but dangerous, 
Was I a fool to trust him?

Shall I start eating?
This cheeky dessert mouthful,
Or just admire it?
Fork poised in the air trembling.
Such decisions, decisions!

Marje @ Kyrosmagica
Despised Condundrum, #Haibun/Tanka
Despised Conundrum
of contentment, seduced by
Senda’s expelled sweet
plankton perfumed breath, alone-
adrift- angers salted sea.

I state my case and stand my ground. Let the sparks fly where
hey may. Ridgely invincible- I indignantly fan the flames. When
life has become too comfortable, I set my own world ablaze,
trample bridges as they burn; and from the cinders rise again.

Violet Lentz
The Books, #Double Nonet
Why
she asks
is the sky
blue and grass green?
What does it matter,
he replies, do your chores.
Eyes downcast, she complies–but
determined to find answers—there
in those books she’s forbidden to touch–

only boys can learn to read, and then
only those with the right skin tones
or money or connections.
Still books call—enticing!
Secretly she learns–
quietly she
plots–and then
she runs
free.

Merril Smith
Sojurned, #Double Etheree
Mind
wanders,
asks nothing
of its travels,
expanding into
mosaic-lined pathways.
The way is tangled, over
grown.  It breathes green—magnified in
superimposition, molecules
scattering space into layers of songs.
Questions shrink calcified, mineralized,
undone and unspoken, visceral,
lost, unsettled by reflection.
All directions are the same.
The heart beats mesmerized,
soundless and riddled
with light, cocooned,
quickening,
crossing
back.

Kerfe - Method Two Madness
The Unknown, #Tanka
Secrets and questions
Never asked; never answered
Alone in darkness
Flickering flames on the wall
Drawn out toward the blinding light.

John Leys

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